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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.