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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.