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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Faust,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.