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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Can,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.