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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.