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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.