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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 The American Breed to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.