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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.