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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Scion,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.