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 Nicaragua 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.