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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.