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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.