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 Mauritania 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.