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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.