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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.