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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.