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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.