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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.