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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.