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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.