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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.