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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.