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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.