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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.