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 Guinea 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.