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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Television,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.