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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.