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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Franke,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.