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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Nico,
10cc,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.