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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.