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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Slave,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.