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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
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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.