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 Niger and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.