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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.