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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.