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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.