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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Babytalk to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.