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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.