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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.