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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.