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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.