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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.