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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.