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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.