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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Man Parrish to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.