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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.