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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.