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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
10cc,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.