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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Nico,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.