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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.