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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.