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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 E-Dancer 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '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 Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Echospace,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.