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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.