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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.