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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.