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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Roxette,
Nico,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.