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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.