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 Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.