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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.