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 Moldova and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.