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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.