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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.