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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.