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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.