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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.