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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.