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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.