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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.