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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.