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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Brick,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.