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 Ethiopia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
JFA,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.