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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.