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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Wings,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.