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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Swans,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.