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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.