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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.