Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.