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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.