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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.