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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.