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 Solomon Islands 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.