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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.