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 Libya and from New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.