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 Nigeria 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.