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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-101 to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.