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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
cv313,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.