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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.