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 Algeria 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders 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?
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.