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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.