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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Pylon,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.