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 South Africa 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.