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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.