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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.