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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.