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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Au Pairs 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.