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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.