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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.