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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.