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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.