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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.