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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.