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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fortunes 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
UT,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.