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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.