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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.