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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
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.