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 New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.