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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.