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 France and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.