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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Toasters to the jazz 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.