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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.