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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.