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 Egypt and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.