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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Can,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.