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 Rwanda 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
June Days,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.