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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.