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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the electroclash 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.