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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.