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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.