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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.