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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.