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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.