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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Fear,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.