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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 DJ Style to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.