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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Niagra,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Ossler,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.