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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.