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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.