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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wally Richardson 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.