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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.