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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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-102. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.