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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.