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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.