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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.