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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
PIL,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.