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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 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 Marine Girls 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.