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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Fear,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.