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 Denmark 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.