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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.