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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.