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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.