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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.