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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.