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 Cuba 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
the Swans,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.