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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.