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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
UT,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.