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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Wings,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.