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 Brunei 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.