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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.