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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.