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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.