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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.