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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Oneida,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.