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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.