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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.