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 Guatemala 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.