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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.