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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Television,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.