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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.