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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.