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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.