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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Slave,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.