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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Crime,
Qualms,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.