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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.