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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.