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 France and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Swans,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.