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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.