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 Mozambique 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.