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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.