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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.