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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.