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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.