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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.