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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.