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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Can,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.