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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.