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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Soul II Soul 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.