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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.