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 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.