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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.