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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.