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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
cv313,
EPMD,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.