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 Solomon Islands 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Real Kids to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.