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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.