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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.