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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.