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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Index,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.