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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.