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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Music Machine 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.