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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.