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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
UT,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Wings,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.