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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.