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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.