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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.