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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the techno 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.