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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.