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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.