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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.