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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.