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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.