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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.