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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.