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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 Cairo and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Can,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.