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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
MC5,
DNA,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.