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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
10cc,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.