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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.