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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.