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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.