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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
CMW,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.