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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.