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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.