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 Ethiopia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the electroclash 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.