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 Benin and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.