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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.