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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.