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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Visage,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.