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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.