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 Mali 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.