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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.