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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.