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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.