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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers 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?
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.