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 Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skarface to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.