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 Zimbabwe 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Slave,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.