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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.