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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.