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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.