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 Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.