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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
UT,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.