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 France and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Slave,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.