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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.