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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.