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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.