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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.