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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 American Breed,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.