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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.