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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Hoover,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.