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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
cv313,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.