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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.