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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.