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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 New Order to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Visage,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
X-101,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.