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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.