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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.