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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.