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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.