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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.