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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.