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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.