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 Libya 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Nico,
Quantec,
Swans,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.