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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.