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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Television,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.