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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Symarip,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.