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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
the Association,
Index,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.