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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Shoche,
Wire,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.