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 Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
ABBA,
The Victims,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.