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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.