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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
The Names,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.