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 Ivory Coast 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.