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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Cameo 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.