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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.