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 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Pierre Henry 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.