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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
cv313,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.