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 Korea North and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.