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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Rekid,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.