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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.