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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.