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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.