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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.