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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
The Move,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.