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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.