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 Monaco 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.