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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.