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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.