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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Skarface,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.