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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.