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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images 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 crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.