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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
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Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.