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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.