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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.