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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.