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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.