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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.