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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.