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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.