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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.