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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Wire,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.