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 Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.