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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Skarface,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.