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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.