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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.