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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.