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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Can,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.