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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.