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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
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Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Erasure,
UT,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
The Names,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.