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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.