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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Monks,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.