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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.