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 Panama and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.