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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.