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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.