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 Jakarta.
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 Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.