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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.