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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.