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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Television,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.