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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.