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 Kosovo 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.