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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.