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 East Timor 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.