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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
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the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.