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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.