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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.