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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.