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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.