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 Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.