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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.