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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.