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 Greece and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.