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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.