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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
the Association,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Swans,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.