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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.