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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.