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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Skaos,
The Move,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.