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 Italy 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.