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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
The Gories,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.