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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.