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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.