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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Crime,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.