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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.