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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia 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?
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.