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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.