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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Saints,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.