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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.