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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.