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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.