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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.