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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.