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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.