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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.