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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.