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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.