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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.