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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.