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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Monks,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Ossler,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.