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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.