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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.