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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.