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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
John Holt,
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.