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 Guyana 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.