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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.