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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Cameo to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.