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 Venezuela 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.