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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.