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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.