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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.