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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.