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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
X-102,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
cv313,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.