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 Bulgaria 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.