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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Can,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.