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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.