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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.