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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Slave,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.