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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.