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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.