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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.