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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.