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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.