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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.