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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
June Days,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.