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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.