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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.