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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.