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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.