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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slave 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.