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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.