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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.