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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.