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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.