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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.