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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.