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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.