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 Belarus 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.