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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.