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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.