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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
The Index,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.