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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Visage,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.