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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.