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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.