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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.