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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.