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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.