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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.