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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.