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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Hoover,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.