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 Eritrea 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica 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?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.