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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.