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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Victims,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.