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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.