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 Tuvalu 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
MC5,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.