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 Senegal 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.