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 Afghanistan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.