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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Wings to the disco 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Faust,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.