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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.