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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.