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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Scion,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.