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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.