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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.