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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Japan,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.