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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.