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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.