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 China and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.