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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s 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 Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.