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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.