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 Romania and from Portland.
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 Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.