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 Indonesia 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 Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.