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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Manila and London.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.