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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.