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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.