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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Visage to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.