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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.