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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.