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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.