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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.