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 Singapore and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.