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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.