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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Mars,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.