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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Colin Newman to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Crime,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.