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 South Sudan 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.