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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.