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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.