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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.