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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
CMW,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.