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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.