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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.