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 Belize and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
June Days,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.