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 Portugal 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
AZ,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.