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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.