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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.