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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Smog,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.