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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Index,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Bluetip,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.