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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 organ 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.