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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.