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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
The Index,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.