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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Associates to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.