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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
June Days,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.