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 Benin and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.