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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.