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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.