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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.