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 Malta and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.