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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.