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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy 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?
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
John Holt,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.