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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.