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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Monks,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.