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 Malawi 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.