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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.