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 Argentina 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
PIL,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
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Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.