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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.