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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.