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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.