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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Slave,
Neu!,
The Remains,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
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.