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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Swans,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.