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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
JFA,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Faust,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.