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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 a-ha to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Smog,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.