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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
World's Most,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.