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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.