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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.