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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.