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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Technova,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.