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 Uruguay 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.