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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.