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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.