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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.