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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 sitar 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 Jawbox 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.