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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
The Move,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Suicide,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.