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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.