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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Raincoats to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Television,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Slave,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Monks,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.