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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.