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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.