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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.