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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.