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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Heaven 17 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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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.