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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.