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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.