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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.