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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.