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 Cape Verde 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.