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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.