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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.