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 Philippines 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.