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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
the Germs,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Can,
Crime,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.