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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.