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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.