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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.