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 Congo 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
The Evens,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.