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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Cowsills to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.