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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.