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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.