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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.