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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Cameo,
Swans,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.