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 Suriname and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.