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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
X-101,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.