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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Kayak,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.