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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.