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 Korea South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 the Swans to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.