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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
ABBA,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Pole,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.