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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.