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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Derrick May 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.