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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
The Names,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.