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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Stooges to the grime 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.