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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Easy Going,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.