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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.