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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.