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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 John Holt 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
The Index,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.