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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.